*LOUIS POINT OF VIEW*
I was at my locker when I received a call from my mother, the time was 3:03; sighing, I answered the phone.
“What do you want?” I asked, harshly.
I heard my mum sigh, but she brushed it off her shoulder and began speaking, “Louis, Anne's son is staying at our house for a while. Just for a few hours. Me and Anne is going shopping for a while, and we'll be back soon, okay? Please, please, be polite and don't scare the kid, because, you see-”
“Oh, so Curly's staying for a couple of hours?” I asked, licking my lips and putting a hand on my hip.
“Yes, his name is Harry. Any who, as I was saying treat him with as much as respect you treat me, even though you don't treat me with respect, but please... Just for once, be respectful, because as I was saying Harry's diffe-”
Before she could finish her sentence, I spoke up. “Okay, okay, mum. I have to go, bye!”
“Wait, Louis! Let me finish my sent-”
Before she could finish her sentence, I hung up.
Seconds later, she called again. I laughed, declined her phone call, and then I turned my phone off.
I slammed my locker shut and rushed through the hallway, eager to get home.
I bumped into Zayn on the way, too.
“Hey, Tomlinson! Where you going?” He said as I came rushing towards his way, as I *almost* passed him, he grabbed my by my jacket.
“Why such in a hurry, Tomlinson?” He asked.
“I can't talk, Zayn! I'm busy!” I said, jerking away from his grip and then quickly rushed to the front doors and to my car.
I was shocked that I didn't get a speeding ticket, I went pretty fast down the road, but eh.
I pulled into my drive way, and quickly rushed to the front door grabbing the key under the map and opening the door, quietly so Harry wouldn't hear me.
I was just about to go upstairs to see if he was hiding anywheres, but there he stood in the middle of my living room. He looked deep in thought...
And, he actually looked..... Hot.
I wasn't afraid to admit it, I stood there a couple of seconds admiring him and his curls that were pushed to the side so he could see I'm guessing.
But then I snapped out of it.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times, and slowly approached him from behind, laying a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump back a bit, which made me laugh.
He then turned around, and his eyes were HUGE with fear.
*HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW*
I was close to Louis - not close enough for me to feel his breathe though, just inches away.
Slowly, I backed up and bumped into something, causing me to trip.
I looked up from where I laid on the ground to see Louis with his mouth open, I'm guessing he's 'laughing'?
When he stopped, he went to a serious face. “What's there to be afraid of, princess?” He asked.
I'm actually really lucky out of all the people who could kill me, it could be Louis because he talks slow so I can read his lips - because if he talked fast and gave me a choice to live or not, I wouldn't even know.
Louis continued what he was saying, “Or should I say, who?” He asked, putting his back against the wall.
Still sitting on the floor, I replied “I'm not afraid of anyone or anything.” I said, putting my hands over my chest.
“You know, you're cute when you do that.” Louis said, licking his lip and then walked away into the kitchen.
“Do what?” I asked, standing up from the ground I was sitting on and following him into the kitchen.
Louis bent over, grabbing a beer from the fridge, he held it in his left hand and used his right hand to close the fridge. “When you act like you're not afraid.”
I rolled my eyes, “There's nothing to be afraid of.” I said, knowing that I probably sounded like an 11 year old boy trying to sound brave, when truly he was afraid.
“Yeah, whatever, princess.” He said, opening his bottle of beer and taking a sip of it. “I have questions to ask you.” He said, pulling himself a chair out. “What do you want with my mum?” He asked, leaning back in his seat.
I blinked a couple of times, “I don't want anything with her.”
“That's just bullshit coming out of your mouth, Curly.”
“I'm not interested in her! I swear. I'm not even interested in other hers!”
Louis gave me a confused looks, “Other hers? That doesn't even make sense.”
“I meant girls! I'm not interested in any girls! I’m- I.. I’m gay.” I said, stepping a couple of steps back, afraid Louis was going to hit me.
Because guys like him, will hit guys like me.
But nothing came.
“You're not going to hit me?” I asked.
“Why would I hit you?” Louis asked, reaching for his beer.
“Because I'm gay?” I asked confused.
Louis took a sip from his beer, and then pulled it away from his lips. “Why would I hit someone who's interested in the same type as me?” He asked, giving me a wink. “You know, you're alright.”
I didn't know how to reply, so I just gave him a smile.
He jumped up from his seat and leaned against the counter. “So,” he continued, “What should we do?” He asked.
“Well, my mum would like for me to get to know you.” I said, scratching the back of my head.
“Alright. Ask any questions.” He said, putting his beer aside, and then crossing his arms.
I tapped my foot against the hard floor, trying to think of a question. “How old are you?” I finally asked.
“18. Yourself?” He said, reaching over again and taking a sip of his beer.
“16, actually.” I said, itching the back of my head.
Louis scrunched his nose up, which is the most adorable thing I've ever seen. “You're so young.”
We stood there in silence, not an awkward silence, a comfortable silence; I studied him while we stood there in silence, his face, his body.
He had tattoos, covering every part of his body, except his face.
He had a snake bite though, if that counts. Which, was actually really attractive on him.
Finally, Louis lips began moving.
“Like what you see?” He asked, giving me a wink.
My cheeks went red, I hid my face, hoping he didn't see the redness.
But, then I felt two, cold, hands on my cheeks, pulling my face up.
And then my eyes met with a pair of beautiful, eyes.
I was inches away from Louis mouth, which I didn't really mind. I mean, c'mon, he's fucking hot.
“You look cute when you blush.” He said.
I smiled, I was about to reply until Louis jerked his hands away from my face and he looked over quickly at the door.
My eyes stayed on Louis, though. He looked... Embarrassed. As if he regretted telling me that or even laying his hand on my face.
But, then I turned my head to see someone standing in the doorway.
And that someone, was, who I am guessing, Louis' mate. The one who had sat with us at lunch. The boy with black hair, that was in a quiff.
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HERE'S CHAPTER 10.
and no, if you're wondering Louis does NOT know Harry's deaf.... Yet.
sorry if this chapter sucks. I don't feel very well sigh.
But I hope you enjoyed this chapter, though! XOXO
oh and a big fuck you to zayn for ruining this larry moment in this story wow